|Even my under-the-desk-dog is exhausted!|
I'm packing and sorting, and have been for a while, and will continue to do so. I should be back to normal by the start of February. Until then, my blogging efforts will continue to be a bit "hit and miss" I'm afraid.
So packing and throwing things out, and organising removalists, cleaners, garage sales, etc, has all been a bit much. My big fear, that of not being able to afford this move was allayed by the most amazing people: some have given me money and some have loaned me money, and now there is no doubt that, financially at least, I can survive the move.
Physically? Well, I'm taking meloxicam (non-steroidal anti-inflammatory) daily. My rheumatologist only likes me to take it a couple of times a week, but my GP has said just take it if it keeps the pain under control - I can worry about getting back to normal after the move is over.
I'm exhausted, but so's my son, who doesn't have lupus, but has had to do a lot of heavy work. Even the animals have had enough and we've still got a long way to go. Even the animals have found it all a bit much.
|The protest against selling and giving away|
so many familiar things.
Constantly having something to do has worn me out a lot as well, and of course, there's a deadline.
Trying to hold the list of things that needs to be done in a head that's affected by brain fog is not working wonderfully well.
I'm double-booking myself over and over again, and having to sort out what I'm actually doing when. And Australia's in a heat-wave, and heat always makes me fatigued.
So that's my rant for the day. Did I mention that I hate moving?
The good thing is that the home we're moving to is much cooler than this. It's smaller and easier to clean. And because we're getting rid of so much stuff, unpacking should be much faster than packing.